From Microfiction

My Dad is Wearing a Plant on His Head


“Steph, my dad is wearing a plant on his head!”

“Omigod! Like, really?”

“Yeah, he’s sitting next to me in the lobby of this cheeseball restaurant, and he’s like, wearing a syngonium on his head. I’m gonna puke.”

Plant head

“Nasty! You should just, like, get out of there.”

“I would, but I really like the avocado chimichangas here. And, like, he’s paying. I’ll text you later.”